A Garnet

Firal had never seen snow; not the natural sort, anyway. All mages had to practice creating ice at some point, so clumps of snowflakes and pellets of ice were not so foreign as to be mysterious, but the idea of it falling from the sky was still strange. Other islands… Read the rest...

Getting dressed

“You should have come, it was a lot of fun.” Vahn regretted the words almost as soon as they were out of his mouth. His friend’s expression didn’t change, though. He just stayed with his back against the floor, twisting and turning the bottle he held overhead, watching the tiny… Read the rest...

Obsession

There had to be a key, she simply hadn’t found it yet. Twisting a curl of her black hair, the mage girl mumbled to herself as she paged back through her book. That was the way with everything; no matter how complicated a knot, as long as you kept picking… Read the rest...

Mixtures

Sometimes, no matter how many precautions she took, things went wrong. They were not the explosive accidents of her novice days, but they were mistakes, nonetheless. Improper measurements happened, sometimes from a fuzzy head after a late night. Delicate mixtures bubbled over when her back was turned for only a… Read the rest...

The job of the artist

“The job of the artist doesn’t end with drawings of structure and anatomy.” Rolling his eyes, Rhyllyn resisted the urge to sigh. “What does that have to do with—Ow!” He jerked forward, holding his head with both hands. “What was that for?” “I saw that.” His brother leveled a claw… Read the rest...